Olivia Lewis is not
the marrying type. So when a wild weekend in Vegas leaves her with a surprise
husband, she's happy to sign anything to erase her mistake—even if that mistake
is handsome, charming and comes with an English accent. Fortunately, her groom
has other plans.

Bestselling author
Gerald Leighton knows he can make his new bride fall in love with him—he just
needs time. In exchange for a quickie divorce, Olivia grudgingly gives him a
few weeks to attempt to woo her. And whether Olivia likes it or not, Gerald
plans on using every second to win her heart!

Book Excerpt:

Before Olivia could
shoulder her way through the door, it opened quickly. She felt herself pitch
over, tripping over the edge of the bedsheet. Cursing, she fell against the
lean, chiseled chest of the man on the other side of the bathroom doorjamb.

She heard his
surprised whoosh just before his arms snagged her under the shoulders and
curled around her to keep her from falling at his feet. Her cheek pressed tight
against his sternum. He was so warm. The deep timbre of a chuckle trebled
beneath the ear pressed to his chest and words, rough around the edges, came
floating from his mouth. “Ah, she wakes.”

When she tried to
pull herself back, he held her fast to him for a moment longer to make sure she
had her footing. With a murmured, “Easy there, love,” he released her and she
stepped away, seeking his face.

He was smiling. The
soft expression was tense around the edges, probably from what she could guess
was a good deal of pounding happening on the inside of his head, too. She drew
in a breath. His eyes were a brilliant shade of green. Dimples, or laugh lines,
dug in around his mouth and the corners of his eyes. A man who smiled often and
laughed well, Olivia surmised. His hair was blond and wet from a shower she
assumed, judging by the steam behind him. He’d combed the hair back from his
forehead, leaving his high brow bare.

A towel hung
loosely around his waist. She blinked. She was staring. But the longer she
stared, the more she could remember from last night, and the giddy spontaneity
and blistering heat of all that had transpired made her forget for a moment how
miserable she felt.

And, bless him, he
didn’t seem to mind the staring. He was doing a good bit of his own. The smile
on his lips deepened into a full-fledged grin, eyes softening further as he
took her in. “Well. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

She found a smile
curving at the corner of her mouth. He was British. His words were enunciated
with the high-class sounds of English breeding and good humor. His voice was
like fine-aged wine. Or whiskey.

Whiskey, she
decided. It had a good, old-fashioned burn to it.

Lifting her hands
to the sheet knotted just under her collarbone, she made sure it was in place
before dragging a hand back through her long, curly, bedraggled tresses.
“Erm…good morning?” Olivia said, unsure of herself. Usually, she knew how to navigate
the awkward, morning-after interlude. But this stranger’s clean-cut, unexpected
appeal threw her for a loop.

He beamed and held
out a hand, skimming far and above the awkwardness of the situation with
good-natured ease. “Gerald Leighton. It’s lovely to meet you…again.”

About the Author:

Amber Leigh Williams lives on the Gulf Coast. A southern girl at heart, she
loves beach days, the smell of real books, relaxing at her family’s
lakehouse, and spending time with her husband, Jacob, and their sweet,
blue-eyed boy. When she’s not running after her young son and three, large
dogs, she can usually be found reading a good romance or cooking up a new
dish in her kitchen. She is represented by Joyce Holland of the D4EO
Literary Agency.

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